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Origineel

[Chorus] Drop head Phantom Brand new Cuban link, diamonds dancin' In that drop head, run through East Atlanta I'm Soulja Boy Soprano, Tony Montana Drop head, drop head, drop head Drop head, drop head, drop head Phantom Drop head Drop head, drop head, drop head Phantom [Verse One: Soulja Boy] Suicide doors Let's take a toast I make the most I trap out the coast I don't gotta boast Kill it and whip it [?] I'm whippin' right over the stove Shout out my plug, we on They know that we on Pull up in a drop head They know that we guappin' I'm runnin' around with the check Cuban link Water whip on my neck Young Soulja Smokin' up on a jet Flex and finesse I'm feelin' like DJ Khaled, nigga We the best I'm trickin' the plug I had to finesse 1200 my Giuseppe kicks Stand on a yacht, and I know that I'm rich Trappin', cappin' in my Gucci fit Red ruby Balmain wrist Overseas when I'm takin' the trip Pistol and passport up on my hip Hundred K, solid gold AP Diamond skatin' so hard, 3D Shine [Chorus] [Verse Two: Wankaego] Drop head, drop head Phantom These niggas on lean, Codeine Buy Promethazine and drop it in Fanta I be fly as a fuck [?] I was hot before I got to Atlanta No Makonnen, but we got the club goin' up Like an antennae No changin' the channel We hangin' up banners We winnin' On the clouds, we surfin' Bitches be under my service Bitch, you don't get no reception You outta service Your nigga be roamin' Guess he's lookin' for bones But I'm lookin' for dollars Your nigga don't got 'em I'm sendin' him home Fifty chandeliers in the crib while we eatin' A hood billionaire That's a trill bitch weakness We layin' on beaches We playin' the game They up on the bleachers Look at the score, you can't beat us We takin' the trophies and givin' the speeches Check out the rings on our fingers [Chorus]

 

Vertaling

[Chorus] Laat je hoofd vallen Phantom Brand new Cubaanse link, diamonds dancin' In that drop head, run through East Atlanta Ik ben Soulja Boy Soprano, Tony Montana Drop head, drop head, drop head Laat je hoofd vallen, laat je hoofd vallen, laat je hoofd vallen Phantom Drop head Drop head, drop head, drop head Phantom [Verse één: Soulja Boy] Suicide doors Let's take a toast I make the most I trap out the coast I don't gotta boast Kill it and whip it [?] Ik zweep boven het fornuis Shout out my plug, we on They know that we on Pull up in a drop head They know that we guappin' I'm runnin' around with the check Cuban link Water zweep op mijn nek Young Soulja Smokin' up on a jet Flex and finesse Ik voel me net DJ Khaled, nigga Wij zijn de beste I'm trickin' the plug I had to finesse 1200 mijn Giuseppe kicks Stand on a yacht, and I know that I'm rich Trappin', cappin' in my Gucci fit Red ruby Balmain wrist Overseas when I'm takingin' the trip Pistool en paspoort op mijn heup Hundred K, solid gold AP Diamond skatin' so hard, 3D Shine [Chorus] [Verse Twee: Wankaego] Drop head, drop head Phantom These niggas on lean, Codeine Koop Promethazine en gooi het in Fanta I be fly as a fuck [?] I was hot before I got to Atlanta No Makonnen, but we got the club goin' up Like an antennae No changin' the channel We hangen spandoeken op We winin' On the clouds, we surfin' Bitches be under my service Bitch, je hebt geen ontvangst You outta service Your nigga be roamin' Guess he's lookin' for bones But I'm lookin' for dollars Jouw neger heeft ze niet. Ik stuur hem naar huis. Vijftig kroonluchters in de kribbe terwijl we eten Een miljardair uit de buurt That's a trill bitch weakness We layin' on beaches We playin' the game They up on the bleachers Kijk naar de score, je kunt ons niet verslaan We nemen de trofeeën en geven de speeches Kijk eens naar de ringen aan onze vingers [Chorus]